“A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller betwixt life and death;”
Black suitcase behind ventilator
with gnarling braids of leather fits
inside the shadows just as each
forced breath fits
inside my mind.
Red spider veins cover your face
like the frost that spreads
on the windows. Patterns within
patterns eating up the cool clear
Green light shimmers.
A candle cleaves to a wine bottle
in a templed corner.
Wax drips. Lava moving
Blue blanket soft
moving up and down
hides sickness in folds.
An ocean unsettled
White falls outside.
Cascades like memory.
Lingers and sparkles
then scatters as darkness
fills with another
© 2004 Joanne Elliott